Layla's POV:
"Emilia is a freelance model I hired. You owe her an apology!"
Louis was clearly furious, but in an effort to maintain his gentlemanly composure, he swallowed his anger and addressed Melanie.
"Mr. Saunders, maybe you're just enchanted by her looks. As a customer, I believe your designs deserve more than just exquisite cuts. They should have a perfect soul," Melanie said, stepping up to me with an icy sneer.
She stood inches from me, her gaze dripping with condescension. "No matter how lovely her appearance, a maid can never hide the lowly essence beneath. Using her as a model would be a desecration of your craft, wouldn't it?"
I met her gaze, unfazed. "That's right. I'm Ms. Glen's maid," I said, blocking Louis, who seemed ready to argue. I folded my arms, my tone calm but
